Story of a Story

brentb October 5, 2005

Once upon a time, there was a story. It started as a sparkle in the eye of...

Not Being

brentb November 3, 2004

He was on the evening before, like most people retiring for the day, in a quite ordinarily...

Flowersong

brentb August 25, 2004

This all started a long time ago in a small valley up north. It’s about a two-hour...

Rising Up

brentb June 11, 2003

There’s nothing special to know about balloons. Even balloons don’t know anything special about themselves

Ending

brentb November 26, 2002

I can’t see the moon anymore. I think it was there a few minutes ago, but it’s...

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